The flowers unfold,
The snow melts away.
The air grows warmer,
So begins the first spring day.
Tulips and roses,
Songs of birds and calls of crickets.
Soft spring showers,
Fields of great flowers.
Winter fades away,
and summer lays waiting.
This is a beautiful season.
Spring.
Slipping past with every second,
Counting down out lives.
Keeping the secrets of the Past,
Present,
And future.
Knowing things we will never know,
Seeing things we will never see.
The rise and fall of great empires,
The secret lives of great kings.
Who really killed the innocent man,
Who really won the war.
It knows the answers to your questions,
It knows the date of the end of the world.
It is,
And always will be,
That simple, simple thing we know as
Time.
A deadly flower.
Beautiful. Cunning. Graceful.
The great, evil black rose.
Jabberwocky
By Lewis Carroll
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
:D
Drift around endlessly,
Never stopping,
Never talking,
Never breathing,
Never remembering.
The past is gone,
There is no present.
Time has forever gone.
Free from the world of the living,
Free from the worries and troubles.
This is not Heaven,
This is not Hell.
This is not paradise,
This is not torture.
This is nothing.
Endless nothing.
The Ghost World,
The Spiritual Realm,
Endless nothing.
Free to think,
Free to wonder,
Truly free?
No.
Awaiting the day for Death to come.
Waiting, waiting,
An eternity or two.
To go to Heaven?
To go to Hell?
A mystery.
The greatest mystery of them all.
Waiting, waiting,
As a spirit.
As one of the deceased.
As a ghost.
Darkness.
Darkness is everywhere.
The endless, endless black.
In the corner of our eyes,
In the shadows behind the door.
Every time I blink,
I see nothing but black.
Oh Lord, does it ever end?
I swear it's chasing me.
I can never get away.
It's everywhere.
Everywhere.
That endless, endless black.
Midnight approaches.
Surrender yourself to the dark, the silence,
For now you're completely alone.
The latest hour of the night,
The earliest hour of the morning.
Exhaustion takes you over.
Do you dare give up yet?
Fall asleep, give in,
You can never escape from time.
The dark will take you,
And the light will come,
Only to leave you once again
At the mercy of time.
At the mercy of midnight.
Vampires, through other's eyes, are evil...
Deadly fangs,
A killer thirst,
A hunger for you and I.
It's the crimson that they love so well.
The blood has tainted they're minds.
Malevolent thoughts,
Malicious intent,
Certain death for their prey.
The only safe place is under the blazing sun.
But maybe, maybe
they aren't that way.
...Vampires, through they're own eyes, are normal.
School days, work days,
Best friends, co-workers,
Running around in the sun.
With straight white teeth
And any color skin,
You'd never know what they where.
Perhaps they have a different taste?
Drinking cherry kool-aid to-go.
What secrets lie inside their mind,
you could never know.
By Yours Truly ^^ (Yesh these are horrible poems. But I'm bored, so oh well)
Boredom.
How dumb!
You'd think at least once or twice,
We'd get up, play a game and roll some dice!
But no, we always pick the hard way.
We all just sit around all day!
I bet you wish you had something to do,
other than sitting around with nothing new.
Bored? I thought so.
Then come on! Let's go!
There's plenty of new places to see!
Oh just get up and come with me!
We can go see the ocean shore,
and find some seashells, one or more!
You know, I'm sick of having this fight.
So come with me and- Oh, it's night...
By an incredibly bored me :D I'm horrible at rhymes xD
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